Nekromantik

Come on, hurry up!

A**hole!

If you've got to go

every ten minutes...

we'll never get there.

Get the map out.

- Where the hell are we?

- You've got the map, haven't you?

Let me see.

Oh, my God! Watch out!

All right, boys. We're there.

Get out!

Go ahead!

Where are the body bags?

Joe's Streetcleaning Agency

Get out of the way.

I have to see the boss.

Hey, wait a minute.

I'll show you

'wait a minute'!

It's all yours.

Okay. Well, then, see you.

Bruno, how did it go?

How do you think it went?

This Schmadtke guy, he's hopeless.

It's not going to work.

Listen, he hasn't been

with us very long.

We got to give him a chance.

And, anyway, I'm too busy

to bother with this kind of crap.

I'm still not happy with him.

That's your problem.

Okay, get to work!

Hi, darling.

What we are talking about here

are real phobias...

with a high rating on the test

anxiety scale...

according to Krumholtz

and Thorensen.

And even after a very long

desensitization period...

you can have a sudden relapse

with the worst possible consequences.

But when the person is continually

confronted with this phobia...

does it not become less horrific?

I am thinking especially

of soldiers in war...

who could not stand

the sight of blood...

or teenagers who watch

brutal horror movies all the time.

Of course, we have a reduction in fear

through systematic desensitization...

but only with less serious phobias.

But we're talking here

about spider phobias.

We now hear from Dr. Laskowski.

Spiders,

because of the way they look...

and even though

they are very useful animals...

are the cause of many phobias

in people.

These phobias take the form

of pathological fear.

These people can sometimes be cured...

through shock therapy

or desensitization.

I remember a case where I simply put

a spider on the patient's hand...

and her phobia was immediately cured.

She then went on to develop a very

close relationship to these animals.

She started

to breed tarantulas for a living.

This shows that this kind of therapy

can be used...

to cure other, similar aversions:

for example, fear of dirt,

excrement or dead bodies.

This is, of course,

a very unexplored area in psychology...

and we have only made the first steps

into a mysterious land of wonders.

Joe's Streetcleaning Agency.

Well, how does it look, Officer?

Okay, we're finished here.

You can drag him out.

Get to it!

Have fun, boys.

He picked a good day

to go swimming, didn't he?

Hurry up!

That's it for today.

Rob, you take him away.

Betty, come here!

Guess what it is.

Here you go.

I've got some videos here.

They're real hot stuff.

Good one!

What's that terrible smell?

Is that you?

Have a look

in Schmadtke's locker.

He left his overalls here

to rot over the weekend.

- Where is he, anyway?

- He's not here.

What? He's not here yet?

Good morning.

What's the idea?

You're always late!

Yeah, a couple of minutes.

I'll show you

a couple of minutes.

What is this, a pig sty?

I've had enough of you.

We're going to see the boss.

Hey, are you crazy?

Move it!

'Yes child, and I hope

we can be one big happy family.'

A tear ran across Eve's face.

She couldn't speak.

Carefully, the man led her to a chair.

'What's wrong?' he asked her.

'It was too much for me,'

she whispered.

He looked at Eve's tender body

with love in his eyes.

'Do you think you could ever love me,'

he whispered.

Do you think you

could ever love me?

'It was love at first sight...'

she said breathlessly...

'but I never hoped

that you could love me too.'

'Didn't you feel it?'

Okay, you can see for yourself.

You don't fit in here.

I have to rely

on my foreman's judgement.

Go and pick up your papers.

They've thrown me out.

Thrown you out?

Fired?

What for?

Why?

Trouble with Bruno.

Trouble with Bruno,

and they simply threw you out?

Why didn't you

stand up for yourself?

Don't just hang there

like a wet blanket.

I bet you stood there

in front of your boss...

staring at your feet...

you wimp!

Answer me!

What can I say?

My God, you're unbelievable.

Do you want me to go out

and work for you?

Shall I go searching...

for corpses?

How long do you think

that's going to last?

Look at the state of him!

I'll tell you something:

If I meet a guy with money...

then you won't see me

around here anymore.

I'm not going to waste

the best years of my life...

here with you in this hole!

- Stop it!

- Not, not at all!

It's all over.

I think you understand

that I don't want to sacrifice...

the best years of my life

for you.

I've taken ''our friend'' with me,

as a last present from you to me.

Good-bye, B.

Ticket.

Three beers.

Crisps and peanuts.

Has the film started?

Ten minutes ago.

Ticket and a beer.

Nine fifty.

I've never had such a horrible pig

between my legs.

He stunk to high heaven...

and wanted to do it doggy-style.

The old bastard!

What are you laughing about?

If he comes back tomorrow,

he's not going to find me here!

Yeah, if you want to do something

special, it's okay with me...

but it will cost you more.

Yeah, we can do it there

if you want.

Here, that one.

Okay, slip it in!

What's wrong?

Can't you get it up?

Come on, try it again.

Something's wrong.

Don't laugh at me,

you c*nt!

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